Once Upon A Time Realms Novels & Stories

My eyes widened. Was she really telling the truth? Was Altan going to lose his memory? It made me feel anxious and worried. "One more thing, the sword is in a different realm. A realm of smoke and bones" she said and faded away into dust, right before our own eyes. "She's gone" I breathed and Altan let out a sigh. "That's right. She's gone. Now, I gifted you with the opportunity to fix things, use it wisely" Death said as he suddenly appeared out of thin air. He vanished right after he'd relayed his message.

“For one thing, he lives in Haedra, and I live in Celestina. Our groups don’t really interact.” “We’ve proven that you can. Nothing happens when either one of you crosses into the other’s side of the realm. Nothing happens to Kriss or Marek when they accompany me to the other’s side. Once upon a time, the realm was a harmonious mix of fire and ice. It could be that way again.” She said the last sentence with less confidence, not entirely sure magic was capable of physically reunifying the realm, and certainly not able to ask anyone at the moment, under the circumstances. “I’m the heir to the throne. I have to abdicate to be with him.”

“Just curious, but are there other ‘Realms’ as you call them.” “Of course.” Devona graciously continues, now in full storyteller mode. “The dimensions are vast, but the realms we most frequently encounter are those of Water, Wood, Fire, and Earth. Occasionally the Realm of Crystal will intervene with our affairs, but gods rarely mingle with us mortals” she explains. “Even those of us with exceptionally long lives.” “Gods?” I gasp. “Yes. Some even think that the Fae themselves were once gods, or at least their children, but that is a story for another time. Right now, you need to hear about the other important elements that bear the truth.”

--- The Council assembled within minutes. Orionis stood at the center of the chamber while Aurel, Astra, Caelum, Seraphine, Nerina, Elara, Kael, Chloe, Lucien, and Wesley surrounded the table. Liam placed every known celestial map before them. "We have records of nine realms." "The Four Kingdoms." "Elarion." "The Celestial Realm." "The Shadow Realm." "The Mirror Realm." "The Wild Realm." "The Silent Realm." "The Unwritten Realm." "And the First World."

Chuckling in response, Walter then said, “Of course there are! But very few have been able to get past the Domiensch Realm… Some have been unable to break through even after training for a thousand years! Regardless, you should next aim to become an Angelord! Following that, you’ll be trying to enter the Vizkaunt, Zearl, Xenquis, and Gauloduke Realms. If you manage to get past all that, you’ll eventually be able to forge an indestructible Immortal Body!” “I should note that I know very little about the realms beyond the Domeinsch Realm… Regardless, don’t be misled by any of the idiots you’ve met in the past. What they told you is probably far from what the real cultivation process is like!”

Her golden energy flared, forming a barrier that repelled the attack. “You’re improving,” James said. “A little more, and you’ll be unstoppable.” Clara smiled briefly, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. THE VILLAIN STRIKES But just as the team began to gain the upper hand, the tallest shadow—the Leader—appeared above the street on a broken rooftop. His crimson eyes glowed ominously. “You think you can control the power you barely understand?” he sneered. Clara’s pendant pulsed violently, reacting to his presence. She felt a cold wave run down her spine. The leader raised his hand, summoning tendrils of darkness. The shadows leapt forward with renewed aggression. The battle escalated

He said, leaning down and kissing the top of my head. “I know, thank you, Father.” I looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. “Damon, please make sure she makes it to her room.” He ordered my brother. “It would be my pleasure.” He muttered, giving me a side glare. He was clearly as annoyed with me as I was with Oren. We walked out towards the palace. The moons began to rise into the sky, shining bright shades of pink and purple. I heard in other realms their moons were different. In the Giant's realm, they had two suns, and only stars lit up their sky. In the human realm, they had a single moon that shined in the night, and their sun looked as if it was made of gold. I had seen drawings o

"I don't even understand this realm that you speak of, and you are already taking me with stopping that man from taking what's naturally his? That's too big of a task. Marcellus hates me, and he is ashamed of me, I don't think I can fight for him not knowing if he was going to willingly going to feed me to the wolves." She smiled. "There are four realms; The moon realm, The blood realm, the gray realm and the forgotten realm. Millennials ago, we used to all live together, but we were at a bridge of war when a blood treaty caused us to separate. The barriers separating the realm was bound by a witch. The moon realm is for the werewolves, the blood realm; the vampires; the gray realm; witches.

I close my eyes, fighting an inner battle with myself before finally releasing a breath through my mouth and standing up straight. I looked at the man on the floor and was about to walk away when hushed voices reached my ears. I froze as I slowly turned, listening to what they were saying. ….“If he doesn't crown her as his Queen it would automatically disqualify him as being crowned King of the four realms.” An oddly familiar voice said and my brows furrowed. The four realms? That was the realm of werewolves, witches, faes and I think shapeshifters. I don't know if I was right but I think that was the four realms we had. And from what I know they're actually not at peace.

The very foundation of their world seemed to tremble as they contemplated the tumultuous path ahead, bracing themselves for a clash of destinies that would test their limits and reshape the course of the Enchanted Realm's futur The Eerie Shifting of Realities: As the heroes delved deeper into the Nexus of Temporal Harmony, they were confronted with the eerie shifting of realities that defied their understanding. The very essence of time seemed to warp and twist around them, creating a surreal and disorienting experience. Colors bled into one another, landscapes transformed from one era to another, a